They got out of the bus in the square before the Post Office. There was an arcade here and in it was a stylish little shop, The Fifth Avenue Maison. Mrs. Mayfield bought two nightgowns and two pairs of stockings, two cotton kimonos, two pairs of slippers; what she bought for Maggie was just as good as what she got for herself.
“And a hat,” she said. “You must have a hat, Maggie.”
“I don’t really need one, Mrs. Mayfield.”
“You came away without any, the moment I asked you to, and it’s only right that you should have a new one, Maggie.”
She saw one that accorded with her taste. “Try this one on!” she said.
It was a triangular hat of rough and shiny black straw, with a rosette of green ribbon straight in the middle of the front, a hat that perched on top of Maggie’s bright curly hair wit
